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fallenstar
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First of all, let me give you a quick lead in. I have known I was gay since I was twelve. I grew up in an extremely rural town (population around 1,200) and I’m from conservative roots so all during high school and my first three years of college I have struggled with it and ended up suppressing it. During my first semester at college I was excited about being out on my own and I had a blast with my friends that came to school with me from back home. We did the usual, partied a lot and drank and for the first time in a long time I started to feel alive and like I could let loose a little and breathe. My buddies and I were having an awesome time and then things started to change. They started dating and I found myself being left on the outs. I started becoming jealous because just like them I wanted to have the relationship stuff and yes … all the hot sex … but except there was a small difference between us … I wanted a guy. Even though in high school I was unhappy, I fit in well and got along with everyone and was well liked. But, I was always careful not to get too close and let my guard down because I didn’t want anyone to find out my secret. So I didn’t date in high school and now I was starting see more and more what I had missed. I started getting more and more depressed about it and ended up going to see my doctor and I was on Zoloft for about 8 months. My mom was naturally concerned and I just told her that college was a big change for me and that I had a hard time adjusting. It helped a little but deep down I knew that it wasn’t going to make my problems go away. I eventually stopped taking it.
Anyways, over time things started to mount and I began to feel like every day that I got up I was living a lie and while my life besides struggling with my sexuality was pretty great I felt that I didn’t have anything to look forward to … like I was stuck in this perpetual circle and not walking towards anything. This went on for a while and finally a little over a year ago one night it just got to me and I sat in my bathroom floor and I thought I can’t do this anymore. I decided to come out to my mom. So before I lost my nerve, I got in my car at 4:30 in the morning I drove two hours home to her. When I got home I told her that I just wanted to come home and surprise her and I thought about not telling her, but she knew something was up and she pried … so I just looked at her and said “Mom … I’m gay.” I have never felt so vulnerable in my whole life and my heart was beating so hard in my chest. I asked her if she still loved me … and I never will forget what she told me. Her voice was so serious and she started to cry and she said that she would “lie down in the middle road and die for me” and that nothing would ever change that. We talked for hours and I told her about how I had struggled with it and that when I was younger that I had prayed for God to fix me and make me straight and how lonely I had felt.
Okay, fast forward to now … it took my mom a little while to completely come around but now she is completely supportive and behind me. The only flack I catch occasionally is that she gives me a hard time about not having grandkids, but I tell her she is planning way ahead. The truth is at 21 years old, I’m still a virgin, and while it is embarrassing and depressing as hell … I haven’t even kissed a guy or done anything sexual with a guy or girl. I have come out to five of my friends who are girls, but none of my guy friends yet. No one else in my family knows besides my mom though … they may suspect, but they don’t know for sure. I worry that if I tell them that they won’t be supportive and I would hate to lose them.
Anyways, even though I am still closeted I have started going out to the gay bar some, but I’m shy as hell and I usually just kind of sit around and stare. I want so badly to meet someone and I know I should just man up and make a move, but I always feel so fucking awkward walking up to strangers and striking up conversion. Plus, I don’t have the cool gay haircut/tan/six pack gym bunny thing going on and it seems that most of the guys there are into that. I wouldn’t even go to the gay bar, but it’s the only place I know that it guaranteed to have gay guys. And while yes … I want to meet someone … I would just like to have some gay friends that I can talk too because I don’t have any.
Sorry for the long first post, but I just have a lot on my mind so I hope maybe you can give some advice, pointers, or share your own experiences and stuff.
Anyways, over time things started to mount and I began to feel like every day that I got up I was living a lie and while my life besides struggling with my sexuality was pretty great I felt that I didn’t have anything to look forward to … like I was stuck in this perpetual circle and not walking towards anything. This went on for a while and finally a little over a year ago one night it just got to me and I sat in my bathroom floor and I thought I can’t do this anymore. I decided to come out to my mom. So before I lost my nerve, I got in my car at 4:30 in the morning I drove two hours home to her. When I got home I told her that I just wanted to come home and surprise her and I thought about not telling her, but she knew something was up and she pried … so I just looked at her and said “Mom … I’m gay.” I have never felt so vulnerable in my whole life and my heart was beating so hard in my chest. I asked her if she still loved me … and I never will forget what she told me. Her voice was so serious and she started to cry and she said that she would “lie down in the middle road and die for me” and that nothing would ever change that. We talked for hours and I told her about how I had struggled with it and that when I was younger that I had prayed for God to fix me and make me straight and how lonely I had felt.
Okay, fast forward to now … it took my mom a little while to completely come around but now she is completely supportive and behind me. The only flack I catch occasionally is that she gives me a hard time about not having grandkids, but I tell her she is planning way ahead. The truth is at 21 years old, I’m still a virgin, and while it is embarrassing and depressing as hell … I haven’t even kissed a guy or done anything sexual with a guy or girl. I have come out to five of my friends who are girls, but none of my guy friends yet. No one else in my family knows besides my mom though … they may suspect, but they don’t know for sure. I worry that if I tell them that they won’t be supportive and I would hate to lose them.
Anyways, even though I am still closeted I have started going out to the gay bar some, but I’m shy as hell and I usually just kind of sit around and stare. I want so badly to meet someone and I know I should just man up and make a move, but I always feel so fucking awkward walking up to strangers and striking up conversion. Plus, I don’t have the cool gay haircut/tan/six pack gym bunny thing going on and it seems that most of the guys there are into that. I wouldn’t even go to the gay bar, but it’s the only place I know that it guaranteed to have gay guys. And while yes … I want to meet someone … I would just like to have some gay friends that I can talk too because I don’t have any.
Sorry for the long first post, but I just have a lot on my mind so I hope maybe you can give some advice, pointers, or share your own experiences and stuff.
























